Trying not to behave out of the ordinary, Klein asked, with genuine curiosity:

"What are the powers of a 'soothsayer'?"

"Your question is not accurate enough, what abilities will you gain by taking the 'Fortune Telner' potion?" "Dunn Smith shook his head and smiled, his gray eyes and face turned away from the red moon, hiding in the shadows, "Astrology, card divination, pendulums, vision, and many, many things like that, of course, it doesn't mean that you take potions and immediately understand and master them, potions just give you the qualifications and ability to learn them." ”

"Because of the lack of direct means of confronting the enemy, heh, you should be able to imagine that ritual magic requires too much preparation and is not at all suitable for encounters, so, correspondingly, in terms of occult knowledge, the 'soothsayer' will be more knowledgeable and professional than the 'voyeur'. ”

Sounds like a good fit for me...... It's just that the lack of direct means of confronting the enemy is a bit hesitant...... Moreover, there is a high probability that the Church of the Night Goddess does not have a subsequent "sequence", ...... "Sanctuary" should refer to the Church of Tranquility, the headquarters of the church...... A low-order direct attack may not be comparable to a firearm...... Klein fell silent, the scales in his mind swaying from side to side, sometimes "voyeur", sometimes "soothsayer", as for "corpse collector", he no longer thought about it.

Seeing this, Dunn Smith smiled and said:

"Don't rush to choose, tell me the answer on Monday morning, whether you want to choose whichever you want to choose, or if you intend to give up outright, there will be no additional opinion within us night watchers. ”

"Calm down and ask your mind. ”

With that, he took off his hat, bowed slightly, and slowly walked past Klein to the staircase.

Klein didn't speak, didn't give an immediate answer, saluted in silence, watched in silence.

Although he had always hoped to become an extraordinary, when the opportunity really came, he was still full of hesitation: the lack of "sequence" after that, the loss of control of the "extraordinary", the credibility of Russell the Great's diary, and the illusory whispers that made people crazy and depraved, all mixed together became a swamp that hindered the way forward.

He took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly.

"It's comparable to a student who is neither good nor bad to fill in the college entrance examination......" Klein laughed at himself, restrained his divergent thoughts, opened the door quietly, returned home, and lay on the bed.

He lay there, his eyes open, quietly staring at the bottom of the top bunk bed, stained with a faint crimson.

Outside the window, a drunken man staggered by, and in the distance a horse-drawn carriage speeding down the empty street, the noise did not destroy the silence of the night, but made it more distant and deeper.

Klein's emotions precipitated, remembering all kinds of past events on the earth, thinking of his father who likes to exercise and always speaks loudly, thinking of his mother who has chronic diseases but likes to be busy for herself, thinking of the old friends who grew up together, from playing football and basketball together to playing mahjong games, and remembering the failed confessor who has blurred his appearance...... These are like a quiet flowing river, without many ripples, not too deeply sentimental, but silently drowning the heart.

Perhaps only when you lose will you know how to cherish, when the crimson fades, the sky burns, and the golden emerges, Klein has already made a choice.

............

He got up and went to the public bathroom to wash his face and refresh himself, then took a note of 1 ssole and went to Mrs. Wendy to buy 8 pounds of rye bread for 9 pence to supplement the staple he had eaten last night.

"The price of bread is starting to stabilize......" said Benson as he changed his clothes after breakfast.

Today is Sunday, and he and Melissa finally get a break.

Crane, who had long been dressed in formal clothes, sat on his chair, looked at the expired newspaper he brought back yesterday, and said in surprise:

"There are advertisements for houses for rent: 3 Wendell Street in the North End, a single-family house with two floors, six rooms upstairs, three bathrooms, two large balconies, a downstairs dining room, a living room, a kitchen, two washrooms, two guest rooms, and an underground storage room...... Outside the house, there are 2 acres of private lawn in front and a small garden in the back, which can be rented for one, two or three years at £1.6 per week, if you are interested, please go to 16 rue Champagne and find Monsieur Gushev. ”

"That's our goal for the future. Benson put on his black top hat and smiled, "The rents in the newspapers are on the high side, and the 'City of Tingen Housing Improvement Company' has cheaper options that are not much worse than them." ”

"Why don't you go to the 'Tingen Working Class Housing Improvement Association'?" Melissa stepped out of the cubicle with the shabby gauze hat in her hand, and the off-white light dress that had been sewn and repaired several times but was still the most handy.

She is quiet and introverted, but she can't hide the breath of youth.

Benson laughed:

"From whom did you hear about the 'Tingen Working Class Housing Improvement Association'? Mrs. Jenny Rochelle? or your good friend Selena?"

Melissa glanced to the side and replied in a low voice:

"Mrs. Rochelle...... I happened to meet her last night when I was washing up, and she asked Klein about the interview, and I said a little bit about it, and then she suggested going to the 'Tingen Working Class Housing Improvement Association'. ”

Seeing that Klein was also puzzled, Benson shook his head with a smile and said:

"This is a housing association for the poor, uh, to be more accurate than the lower classes, and the houses they build and renovate are basically communal washrooms, and there are only three options, one, two, and three, and you want to continue living in similar places?"

"The 'Tingen City Housing Improvement Company' has the same business as them, but it also gives the lower middle class a choice, and frankly, we are now a little bit better than the lower middle class, but a little worse than the real middle class, not because of the salary, but mainly because of the lack of accumulated time. ”

Klein understood, put away the newspaper, took his top hat, stood up, and said:

"Then let's go. ”

"I remember that the 'Tingen City Housing Improvement Company' was right in Daffodil Street. "They are called 'Five Percent Charity,' just like the 'Tingen Working Class Housing Improvement Association,' do you know why?"

"I don't know. Crane lifted his cane and walked to Melissa's side.

The girl with the black hair and the soft waistcoat also nodded.

Benson walks out:

"These associations and companies for the improvement of housing were all established under the influence of Beckland's side, and their funds were raised through three channels: one was to raise funds from charitable funds, the other was to obtain high-quality loans with an annual interest rate of only four percent from the government's public affairs loan officers through declarations, and the third was to accept commercial investments, and by charging a certain rent, giving each other a return of five percent a year, so it was called 'five percent charity'. ”

Kick, kick, step, the brother and sister went down the stairs and walked slowly to Daffodil Street, where they planned to settle on the house before going to the current landlord, Mr. French, lest they have to move out of the place before they can move in.

"I heard Selena, and that kind of purely charitable improvement of the housing company?" Melissa said as if in thought.

Benson laughed and said:

"Yes, Sir de Ville's donation to set up the 'Deville Trust' was to build working-class apartments and provide special property management for a very low rent, but the requirements were very strict. ”

"Don't you like that too much?" Klein asked with a smile, perceptive.

"No, I have great respect for Sir de Ville, but I think he certainly doesn't know what life is like for a real pauper, and the requirements for his apartment are like the hope given by the priest, which is too unrealistic, such as having to be vaccinated with the main vaccinations, having to take turns cleaning the bathroom, not subletting or using the house for business, not littering, not letting the children play in the hallways, O Goddess, does he want to make everyone a gentleman and a lady?" replied Benson in his usual tone.

Klein frowned in confusion:

"Doesn't sound like any problem, it's all good request. ”

"Hmm. Melissa nodded in agreement.

Benson turned his head sideways, glanced at them, and laughed:

"Maybe I've protected you too well and haven't really seen the lives of the poor. Do you think they have the money to get the main vaccines? The queue for free charitable medical organizations can last until three months. ”

"Do you think their jobs are stable and not temporary? If you can't rent out the house for a fee, and then move out again when you lose your job? And a lot of women are sewing clothes and pasting matchboxes at home to make ends meet, and it's a commercial application, do you want to evict them all?"

"Most of the poor people are struggling to make ends meet, and do you think they'll have time to discipline their children and keep them from playing in the hallways? ”

Benson didn't use many adjectives to describe it, and Klein was a little creepy to hear.

This is the life of the people at the bottom?

Next to him, Melissa also fell silent, and after a long time, she said in an ethereal tone:

"After moving down the street, Jenny didn't want me to go to her house anymore to look for her......"

"Let's hope her father can come out of the shadow of his injuries and find a stable job again, but I've seen too many drunks who have been numbing themselves with alcohol ever since......" Benson sneered in a heavy tone.

Klein didn't know what to say, Melissa seemed to be in the same state, and the three siblings walked to Daffodil Street without a word and found the "Housing Improvement Company of the City of Tingen".

In charge of receiving them was a middle-aged man with a kind smile, no formal clothes, no hats, white shirts, and black vests.

"You can call me Scatter, I don't know what kind of house you need?" he smiled as he glanced at Crane's silver-encrusted cane.

Crane looked at Benson, who was good at eloquence, and motioned for him to answer.

Benson spoke very directly:

"Townhouse house. ”

Scat flipped through the documents and files in his hand, and the corners of his mouth turned up:

"There are five that haven't been rented out yet, and to be honest, we're more targeting real housing difficulties, six, eight, even ten, even ten, twelve workers and their children crammed into one room, and there aren't many townhouses, one at 2 Daffodil Street, one in the North End, and one in the East End...... Rents range from 12 to 16 soles per week, you can see the specific introduction. ”

He pushed the document in his hand to Benson, Klein, and Melissa.

After skimming, the three siblings looked at each other and pointed to a certain location on the paper.

"Let's start with 2 Daffodil Street. Benson spoke, and Crane and Melissa nodded.

This neighborhood is barely familiar to them.